I thought you'd died for just a little while.

And so, when spring

Came rainbow-colored, laughing to my door,

I listened to her sing.

And summer cupped her hands around my heart

And warmed it well

And I walked drowsily, under 

Summer's golden spell

Then tawny autumn strode across the land

In heedless pageantry,

Too busy with her harvesting to make

Demands on me

But winter came, and I had no defence

Against the ugliness of permanence.